No One Listened

[pinerow]

No One Listened
© Ramon Pinero 2/7/2006




There was
nothing special
about her.

She did
not stand
out
she did
not call
attention
to herself.

She just
suffered
in her
silence.

Afraid to
make a
sound.

You see;
It was
her fault.

She was
the one
who
(in the
flowering
of her youth)
led the
boyfriend
into this
pit of
darkness.

You see;
it was her
fault.

At least
that was
what her
mother
told her
over
and
over
again.

You see;
it was
her fault.

the
boyfriend
just could
not help
himself.

she was
after all
in the
flowering
of her
youth;
and
after all
it couldn’t
be his fault.

it couldn’t
be his
fault
he was
only doing
to her
what he
he was
doing to
her mother.
So
how could
that possibly
be his
fault.


Her Mama
said
“You just
trying to
take my
man.”
and
slammed
her head
against a
wall.

So you
see;
it was
her fault.

It was
her
fault
that her
mother
was on
the pipe
and her
daddy
was
unknown
although
I doubt
things
would be
any
different.

You see
it was
her fault;

Because her
body was
changing
and was
preparing
itself
for
womanhood;

Her face
was filling
in
and that
look
of
innocence
radiated
across the
room.


You see
it was
fault;

She had
started
wearing
eyeliner
and blush;
she began
to develop
her mind
she smiled
at the
boys in
class
and had
this
particular
crush
on Chuito
“He was
so cute”
She told
her best
friend
Gloria.

You see
it was
her fault
that her
mothers’
boyfriend
was a
fiend
a prick
a bastard
but,
her Mama
loved him,
even after
all the
pegadas
and insults
the
open-hand
slaps across
her face.

Her mama
loved him.

It was
her fault;
and anyone
could see
that she
was now
a mujercita
at fourteen;
with visions
of
sugarplums
and
cotton candy
colliding
with dreams
of becoming
a
woman.

You see
it was her
fault;
she had
grown
in
womanly
ways
but was
still a
chavalilla
a little
girl
who needed
love and
attention.

You see;
it was her
fault.

When he
came into
that room
that night;

that
hot
August
night.

This time.
she was
ready.

As he
crawled
into her
bed,
after all
had gone
to sleep,
To do
again;
what he
had done
so many
times before,


and as he
pulled her
to him,
he felt
a warmth
he never
felt before.

It was warm
and wet
and as he
wondered
about this
strange
new feeling.

She stabbed
him again;
this time
in his
manhood

You see
it was her
fault;
her mother
screamed
about a
dead
boyfriend
and looked
for her pipe;
her mother
as hopeless
as ever.
the police
as helpless
as ever.
and according
to the
police
report…

You see…
It was her
fault.

[wildhorses]

1. dayum ...that is GOOD!!

not sure about the structure, though...but WTF do I know:shrug:


the ending is excellent:thumbsup:

[pinerow]

2. "tis a poem to be listened to...not merely read...

thanks for the "thumbs-up"...:toast:

[ncrainbowgrrl]

3. Wow.

Most excellent poem. Or spoken word, as it may be? Whatever you choose to label it- this is REALLY powerful!

:thumbsup: